William saw Will's inhaler sitting on our dresser and said, "Huh? Daddy has been organizing. This shouldn't go here." (Please ignore the dust on my dresser! I can't usually stand up long enough to dust. Dust bunnies have just become a part of life.)
He also proceeded to move my picture frame. Again.
William then told me about the changes he had made, why he made them, and he gave instructions for Will and me to follow. It went something like this: "Now your room is organized. The picture doesn't look nice there, but it does look nice there. Daddy's medicine doesn't look nice there, but it does look nice there. Uh-huh. Yep. I fixed it for you. Now don't move it. Leave it right there. It looks nice like that. Your room is organized now. It is better."